Lyrics Messy - Lola Young

You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees? And I
I get what you're saying
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?

Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die, lucky if I turned 33
Okay, so, yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack
Who do you want me to be?

'Cause I'm too messy
And then I'm just too damn clean
You told me, "Get a job," then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me
Is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever
And then I'm too stupid, dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
And you hate the whole damn lot

You hate the whole damn lot
You hate the whole damn lot
Hey, hey

It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice, and
Please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working, like every day
It's just one bottle of wine or two

But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke trees just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy
And then I'm just too damn clean
You told me, "Get a job," then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me
Is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever
And then I'm too stupid, dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
And you hate the whole damn lot

You hate the whole damn lot
You hate the whole damn lot

Oh, and I'm too messy
And then I'm just too damn clean
You told me, "Get a job," then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me
Is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever
And then I'm too stupid, dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you
And you hate the whole damn lot

You hate the whole damn lot
You hate the whole damn lot
You hate the whole damn lot
You hate the whole damn lot